In the moment . . . time passes slowly now. More then it ever has in my 78 years. And yet . . . it feels like a blink of the eye. Especially since the world has fallen into chaos and dispair. October of 2019 we were in Lowertown of St Paul, Minnesota. Visiting my daughter and grandkids and my friends in Lower Town. We had an amazing 3 weeks. Connecting with the art community there. Renewed my drivers license, established my USA residence once again in St Paul and sat down with the social security office - everything legal and necessary. And, then back safely in Alberta and a few months later . . . well the world knows what happened. The pandemic. I write the word in lower case. It has already taken more from the world then it should have. So lower case to make it less frightening.
As if I can reduce it to an insignificant word. And then came that fateful day when the world heard the words that rang so clearly from Minneapolis . . . and the world will never be the same again.
I can't breathe . . .
We shopped at the Target store across from the convenience store where George Floyd died. . .
Living with a compromised immune system can be difficult. And then 6 years later to realize the protocol that kept me alive to battle cancer, now was taking away my mobility. "Don't cry for me Argentina . . ." I am alive.
My first covid vaccination was done early May. Now I wait for the next in 4 months. Will there be boosters to cover the variants? Everything is unknown.
I feel I lost my country of my birth.
more to come . . .
You are In the Studio with Mrs B
_/|\_ namaste
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